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Dec 2015
anyone with sight was put here to warn my son.  the past is the past of no sudden moves.  the future is the language god uses to hallucinate.  if I remember correctly, memory is the safe word my father avoids to make his presence known.  touch is the cage in all things mom.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
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